Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2012 09:09:36 -0500
From: shac hill
Subject: Married And Lonely...a true story
Married And Lonely...a true story
I had been married a couple years. She was my high school girl friend and
was a virgin on our wedding night and unfortunately, she liked sex but very
infrequently. I was always horny and after trying everything to get her to
want sex more often, I finally succumbed to masturbation. I actually felt
guilt and humiliated after the first time I pleasured myself but after
swearing to never do it again, I found myself trying not to but giving in
to the urge daily.
I was 25, married 3 years, and desperately horny. I began looking at porn
and would hide magazines in my house. Whenever I knew I would be alone, I
would take out the porn magazines and spend as much time as I could
masturbating to them. It felt both exciting and taboo but amazingly good. I
longed for days or nights when I could lay in bed nude and fondle myself.
One day I discovered an adult movie theater in town. It took me a long
time, probably months before I dared go there. I parked my car about a
block away and as I walked to the theater, it felt as though every person I
saw or came close to knew I was doing something depraved and wrong. when I
stepped inside the blacked out door, I noticed a man sitting in a booth and
the sign $3. I paid him without words and he didn't even look up. I walked
to what looked like the entrance and once there, I noticed two arrows, one
pointing to one theater and one pointing to another, one labeled 'straight'
and the other, 'gay'. Naturally, I went to the straight one and went
inside. The smell was strong, musty, and distinct. It was so dark, with
just minimal light coming from the screen, that I had to wait a few moments
for my eyes to adjust. Once they did, I noticed only about 4 or 5 guys
there, spread out. I took a seat alone in an aisle and watched the naked
frolicking on the screen. I loved it from the start, the moaning, the close
ups, the cum shots, and I touched myself over my pants.
One scene really excited me. The woman was kneeling nude and giving a man
head. She stroked him to orgasm into her open mouth. I couldn't hold back
any longer and I filled my still zippered and buckled pants with my own
cum.
Thankfully the streets were dark and not very busy as I left with the front
of my khaki pants cum soaked.
I didn't go back for quite some time but I masturbated a lot to that
scene. Sex with my wife became even less frequent which didn't seem to
bother her.
Finally, one night when my wife was away, I decided to go back. Again, it
felt awkward and I felt shame going in there but the sexual urges were too
strong to fight.
I stepped inside and paid my $3 to the man behind the glass. I walked to
the doors but this time I noticed a trash can in front of the 'straight'
theater. I looked back to the man and he was grinning. He said that only
the 'gay' side was open that night. I didn't know what to do. I had
absolutely no desire towards men. But not wanting to appear panicky or
weird, I decided to go to the gay one.
The first thing I noticed on going into the gay theater was that there was
a long hallway before you got to the actual theater part. I could hear the
movie playing and see flickering from the screen but I couldn't tell if
anyone was in the theater until I actually got to the end of the hallway
and stepped into the theater itself.
When I got there, I saw only two men sitting in the seats about half way
between the back and the screen and then there were another two men
standing in the back leaning against the wall. They both looked at me as
soon as I walked in and not knowing what to do, I leaned back against the
wall too. I was contemplating leaving but then they looked back to the
screen and I decided to watch some of the movie.
I watched for the first time, two men 69ing and then another man sodomized
his partner. Before long, the two men who had been sitting in the seats
left and then one of the men leaning against the back wall started heading
to the door which would bring him right past me. As he walked by, he stared
intently into my eyes. He was older and had a beard, and a little on the
heavy side. The only ones left in the theater were myself and a younger guy
still leaning against the back wall.
I was really horny and needed to leave so I could masturbate. I was about
to go when I saw the other guy slowly inching down the wall closer to me. I
froze. What was I suppose to do? As he kept getting closer, I couldn't
bring myself to leave. I was watching the movie but not really seeing it
when he was suddenly right next to me and I felt his hand on my thigh. It
was very light at first, barely noticeable. But when I didn't protest or
try to stop him, he began to rub my leg and inch his hand towards my sex
deprived manhood. As wrong as I knew it was, I didn't even try to stop
him. It felt amazingly good to be touched and before I knew it, his hand
rested squarely over my sex.
He was shorter than me and gently played with me. We didn't say anything,
but he manipulated and caressed me, and took his time with my now erect and
extremely aroused organ. He was very skilled at handling another man's sex,
even through my still fastened pants he was able to make me moan with
pleasure. I was lost to what he was doing and soon was only aware of his
hand on me.
Suddenly, he turned towards me and then turned me to face him. For the
first time, without taking his hand away from me, he looked me in the eye
and said he was going to undress me. I was shocked but could only stare
back at him as he used both his hands to open my pants. He undid my belt,
my buckle and the fly on my pants and without any hesitation, pushed them
down with both hands until they were bunched at my ankles. Suddenly, the
realization the we could be caught at any moment sprang me back to reality
and when I said stop, he grinned and told me to relax, no one was going to
catch us and it was OK to be nude in the theater. Again, he cupped my
manhood over my underwear and stroked my hardness. I was again lost in his
caress.
He continued his long, methodical, erotically sensual assault on my sex and
when he lowered my underwear to join my pants around my shoes, I did
nothing to protest it. The cool air suddenly on my manhood felt good and
obscene as my hardness was now exposed and available, stretching out in
front of me, placing my intense arousal on display for anyone who might
happen in. He looked me in the eye and with one hand her stroked me and
with the other he lightly touched my balls. He had me lost in his touch and
I became oblivious to everything else.
I wanted desperately to cum but I didn't want the caressing to stop. I was
moaning, breathing heavy, and slowly bucking my hips in a humping motion to
his touch. My sex was drooling and he used it as lubricant to intensify it
all. I barely noticed as he continued stroking me but still managed to
remove my shoes, socks, pants and underwear. I stood completely bare from
the waist down and when he stood and began unbuttoning my shirt, I
submitted and let him. It was only moments later, as he peeled the shirt
down my arms, that I realized I was totally naked.
He began to explore my body with one hand as he fondled me with the other.
For the first time ever, my nipples were touched and this felt amazing and
then he was kneeling and his warm, wet mouth engulfed me. He knew how to
bring me to the brink but then back off, doing it several times, until I
was almost crying in desperation to cum.
Without warning, he stood. I had been within seconds of release and my
swollen sex felt abandoned as it throbbed in front of me. I groaned at the
sudden neglect and leaned forward against him, my eyes closed my hands at
my side and my head resting on his shoulder in exhaustion and need. He put
his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down, saying it was his
turn. I didn't fight it. I was kneeling before I knew it and my head was
resting against his belt buckle. He reached between us and opened his
pants. I watched as he took his flaccid manhood out and held it with one
hand and took hold of my head with his other. He said to open my mouth, and
I did what he told me. With a groan of his own, he pulled my head to him
and imbedded his sex in my mouth. He was hard within moments and bucking
into me, holding my head still. I choked and he stopped. He pulled out and
asked if it was my first time. I nodded yes and he smiled and told me I
would get use to it before once again assaulting my inexperienced mouth.
With my hands against his hips, he continued to plunder his conquest and
enjoy the fruits of his seduction until he released his seed, gagging me
and filling my mouth and belly with his semen.
Having accepted his sperm without protest, I stood, naked and hard, and I
masturbated furiously until my own cum flew in streams everywhere within
moments. He grinned and said thanks before leaving me naked and used in the
gay theater.